plot: jisung lives in early 90s; his parents don't accept him after he came out as gay, so he seeks some freedom with his boyfriend.
[mild angst with mild fluff !]
warnings: homophobia, slight abuse
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The cold midnight air hit Jisung's arms making him shiver; the thin t-shirt he was wearing was quite unsuitable for such low temperatures.
But he didn't really care.
Ever since he came out as gay to his family, they completely stopped caring about him, so there was no one to advise him to put on something warmer. There was no one that cared for his well being.
Well, actually there was one.
Jisung reached their meeting spot and leaned his back on the wall. He looked down and checked his reflection on a dirty water puddle, realising his eyeliner was smudged. It was probably due to the small rain droplets that were lazily falling from the sky. Or maybe from his own tears. He wasn't sure.
"Take this thing off, makeup is only for girls. Do you want everyone to think you're a fucking faggot?" His father always said, usually along with a slap.
Jisung chuckled, wiping the smudged eyeliner amd applying it once again.
He knew it would be hard for him. Living in such a conservative society, in such a conservative country, at such conservative times.
But he couldn't do anything about it.
He couldn't betray the love of his other half that easily.
"Nice liners, man" he heard a terribly familiar voice calling, as the corners of his lips turned upwards slightly without him noticing.
"You like them?" He asked back, the person standing close to him now.
"I do. A lot, actually" he whispered, caressing his cheek, Jisung feeling his tensed self relaxing under the gentle touch.
Minho was always like this to him. He loved to tease him, but he never forgot to show as much affection as he possibly could.
After all, he was the only one who really cared for him.
"Where you crying?" Minho asked, although he already knew the answer.
"Bullshit" Jisung murmured, failing to look directly into the man's eyes.
Jisung was always acting tough and cold. He was saying he never cried in front of others or he never got hurt with anything. But Minho knew better. Only he knew how many times the younger had quietly sobbed in his arms, mostly because of his parents and how hard life was going on him. It's not like Minho's family had accepted him, but his situation could never, ever, be compared with the hell Jisung was going through because of those monsters in his house. He knew Jisung was acting tough and all, but he also knew it was just pretentious, so he was the one who had to stay strong.
For both of them.
Minho secretly linked his fingers with Jisung's, guiding him to his car, which he had got with some not so legal deals, and they drove off to their usual place.
The cliff was bare and unwelcoming, but for the young couple it was the warmest and safest place ever, away from the disgusting society and its horrible people.
They parked the car and walked at the edge of the cliff. They sat down, legs hanging off. It was dangerous indeed, but the feeling of freedom had them too overwhelmed to actually care.
"Isn't it funny how i feel so much safer with my legs hanging off a cliff than being in my own house? At least now I'm the one who's threatening my life, not the people that brought me to life" Jisung bitterly said.
Minho didn't answer. He couldn't but engulf him in a big, loving embrace. Hearing how terrible the situation his boyfriend was forced to be into felt like a sharp knife cutting through his heart.
"I know it's cheesy and you hate it, but hey, I love you. Never forget that okay?" Minho said, locking eyes with the younger's.
Jisung let a sarcastic laugh, but both him and Minho were aware that deep inside, he knew. And he was more than grateful for that.
"Are you planning on ever leaving me, Han?" Minho asked, gazing at the stars.
Jisung rolled his eyes "Just shut up and kiss me, you idiot" he said, moving himself on the older's lap.
The early morning hours found the couple in the middle of a passionate makeout session, fingers tangled in each others hair or roaming on each others bodies and lips devouring each others taste, with no care of the world.
Because they finally felt free. Away from the disgusting society and its horrible people.
